Preparation for an extended sabbatical from work to sail the big blue has been intense these last months. We’ve had to do everything from prepare our boat; wind down careers; sell, recycle, or give away many of our belongings; sell our car; and somewhere between all of this try to emotionally come to grips with leaving family and friends.
Two days into our trip, sitting comfortably in Neah Bay (the westernmost safe harbor on the northern Washington coast), we are taking few moments to reflect on where we’ve been, what has been accomplished, and the journey ahead. We are also reflecting on all of the things, both big and small, that people did to help get us off the dock. We are blessed with an incredible network of supporters who have listened to us as we stressed out, given us confidence in moments of doubt, and helped us tackle projects, sweating (and sometimes bleeding) alongside us.
This support has come in big ways, such as my father helping me repair the cooling system on our Yanmar engine, or our neighbors Bob and Pam and their infectious joie de vivre for boat life, helping us with a thousand small details. Our dear friend Glenn, The Red Thread’s prior owner, made himself endlessly available (physically and virtually) to help us understand the secrets of our boat. We’ve had friends pick us up to run boring errands just to spend a little time together, or fly in from afar to spend their valuable weekend helping organize our food and medical supplies. We had a dock neighbor offer us his offshore life raft on permanent loan to keep us safe and another connect us with his network in San Francisco to secure moorage for us when we arrive. We’ve received many unexpected gifts along the way ranging from tools, to music, a kindle tablet, tuna fishing supplies, a container of Maggie Bluff’s delicious chipotle chicken wing sauce, a larder chocker bock full of alcohol, and more…all things that will make the voyage more enjoyable. We were blessed with an incredible outpouring of support to prep, execute, and clean-up our bon voyage party, sending us off with wonderful fanfare. Finally, we’ve been blessed with thousands of tidbits of tribal knowledge shared through our community of sailors.
And our Moms and Dads….they’ve loved us through all of the insanity. No matter what is happening in their lives, they told us to keep working at it, always believing in us, and pushing us to take this first big step.
So here’s to you, all the red threads of our life for making this moment possible. You are the village that came to our aid to support us in ways big and small to help see us off on the most important journey of our lives. As Jessie and I sometimes say…our cup runneth over, and over, and more. We love you all.